The Plot

This is a poem I wrote on a day when I was feeling emotional. It was originally designed to get back at someone, but it quickly changed to a more forgiving piece of work.

It was a normal day
Not bad, not good.
     Not yet - at least.
Same thing as usual.
Only this time, it went too far.

Innocence was sitting in the midst of Corruption.
Maintaining as much corrupted innocence as was possible.
But Corruption pushed the wrong buttons.

Innocence leaped out, brandishing his weapon.
Corruption never saw it coming,
     And to this day still doesn't know.

Corruption did not die that day,
     And is still alive and well.
Innocene spilled no blood that day,
     Though desire was great.

But Innocence is more alive.